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her new present so much she wore it right into the shower. While she was standing under the fancy shower head, letting the little jets of hot water wake her up, she pretended she was a rich society lady thanking her friend in flowery language. "Carla, darling! I'm deeply indebted to you. No, my dear, I'm eternally in your debt. This simple token has touched me deeply."

      Giggling as she reached for a towel, the country girl turned and saw her firm, rounded bottom in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't red anymore, but when she explored it timidly with her hands, she could hear Matt Gold's voice and feel his touch. A funny sort of shiver ran right down to her toes.

      She got dressed in a hurry.

      Crystal May got to sit next to Carla at dinner. The sexy Italian girl kept joking and laughing. Just being around her made folks feel good. Even Madame seemed pleased by her exuberance. There was definitely a more convivial atmosphere at the table, thanks to Carla's vivacious temperament.

      Regrettably, however, when the time came for the private show, Crystal May got separated from her best friend. She ended up being wedged in between two girls she didn't know all that well. It made her feel shy when she heard how they talked about having sex with all sorts of different men. But everyone got real quiet when the lights went down inside the little theater.

      It seemed that one of the girls was pretending to be the wife of a very rich and successful business man. Crystal May thought it was awfully silly for a girl who had it so good to be complaining all the time, even while she was eating breakfast with her husband. The girl was so busy stuffing her face that she hardly even bothered with the proper table manners. But her good-looking husband took no mind, just gave her a long list of chores to do while he was away at the office.

      Even Crystal May could see where all this was heading. But what really surprised her was that, while the play was going on, the girls around her were not being all quiet and respectful. Once the action got started they were all laughing and making wisecracks, not even trying to be quiet.

      First the lazy girl up on the stage made a mess out of her husband's desk, spilling diet soda on his laptop and all the folders that held important papers. Of course she hardly noticed this herself, but all the girls in the theater were shouting for her to be even sloppier and more careless. And they loved it even more when she ruined her husband's fishing rods, and his bowling ball, and a whole mess of other guy stuff. Everyone was whooping and laughing and even Crystal May joined in.

      Now all of this was so much fun that when the husband came home at last everyone seemed totally surprised. The girl on the stage had been dancing around to real sexy music in her underwear, and then she stopped with the most comical look on her face. She didn't even notice that her husband's business papers were all crumpled up under her feet, or what an ungodly mess she'd made of the entire place.

      It was funny how Crystal May felt when the spanking began. She started off thinking the girl was just selfish trash. She deserved to get into trouble. And then she got to laughing so hard, and really liking the crazy girl on the stage, who was not somebody else, but really and truly her in a way. So then when the spanking started, Crystal May was really on the edge of her seat. And somehow, when she saw the whiteness of the girl's behind, and heard the sharp crack of her husband's hand on her bottom, it all seemed to be happening to her!

      The other girls were laughing and shouting, but Crystal May felt like she was all alone. She was just sitting there watching, hypnotized and almost paralyzed. And the hotter and more nasty the spanking got, the more she felt her own behind starting to tingle. She just had to rub it against something, but when she started squirming in her seat she got a real jolt. It was a shocking, quivering kind of sensation that made her insides turn to jelly. Everything seemed to hang by a single thread.

      Crystal May just couldn't help herself. She pictured Matt Gold's hand coming down smack on her behind. She was coming apart already just from thinking about it. She touched herself just a little, this time in between her legs. And everything inside her tumbled out and spilled over.

      "I'm sorry, Roger." The girl on the stage was sobbing.

      "Hit her again! Harder! Harder!" There wasn't another girl in the place who seemed as shaken up as Crystal May felt. They were laughing and carrying on like it was all a big joke. But Crystal May felt like the sky had fallen, like she'd been turned inside out. To her it seemed like the whole world had seen what happened and was laughing at her, not at the girl up on the stage.

      Fortunately, when she scooted out of the little theater, nobody seemed to notice. Crystal May ran down the hall gasping for breath, her high heels clacking up a terrible racket, not even noticing the noise or the tears running down her cheeks. She didn't think about where her feet were taking her, but she knew better than to go out the front door. There were all kinds of fancy cars parked out front, plus the security people Madame hired for her special shows. She needed someone to keep the girls safe when so many rich, powerful men were on the grounds.

      "Baby, I can't," a husky female voice was saying. "You know I'd like to ... but I can't."

      Crystal May pulled up short by an open door, forgetting all about her own troubles. That low, sexy voice was Carla's. She would have recognized it anywhere. But who was the tall, dark and sexy stranger holding her in his arms? The curious blonde peeked inside, careful not to be seen. He looked Italian, and he was wearing a fabulously expensive suit of clothes. When he looked at Carla, his midnight black eyes burned with passion, the kind that made a girl feel warm all over.

      Did Matt Gold ever feel that kind of passion for a girl? Or did he just get off on spankings?

      "My family is legitimate now," the sexy Italian hunk was saying. He had Carla alone in the little book-lined study, the two of them still in a steamy clinch. "I bring in half a million a year, all clean money. I'm a lawyer, for Christ's sake. Come with me, Carla. Let me take you back to Reno."

      Carla snorted. "Even in Reno, people know the difference between a whore and a lady. I'm not going anywhere until I've paid off my debt to Madame. She picked me up out of the gutter. She made me into someone. That's why I can't just take a powder. I'm not the person I used to be."

      "I know all about what you used to be back East. And I don't care. I love you."

      "Oh, Steve ... oh, baby ..."

      When they went back to kissing again, Crystal May just quietly backed away from the door. They hadn't seen or heard her, even with her high heels making such a racket on the polished floor. Well, it was easy to see why. They were in love, and totally wrapped up in each other.

      Crystal May felt a whole lot better when she went to bed that night. Maybe she had enjoyed the show. It seemed there was a part of her that liked being spanked on the behind. Doing it or watching it she just got all heated up in no time flat. But deep down Crystal May knew there was more to love than that. When a rich, important man like Steve could fall for a girl like Carla, no matter who she was or what she'd done, that was like opening a door onto what true love really was. And Crystal May didn't have to dream that it was real. Tonight she'd seen it with her own eyes.

      "Put down that mop, Crystal May," Madame Madeline commanded. "Someone wants to see you in my office."

      "Is something the matter, Madame?" The slim blonde straightened up in a hurry, one hand rubbing her aching back. She'd been working hard all morning, anxious to make up for a late start. Carla usually woke her up in plenty of time, but then the sexy Italian girl hadn't come around this morning. Well, she'd had an exciting night as well.

      "It's good to see you again, Crystal May." Special Agent Matt Gold was looking as handsome as ever as he lounged on the leather couch in Madame's elegant study. But this time there was something different about him. His necktie was loosened, and his sleeves were rolled up, just like when he'd spanked her the day before. But instead of looking relaxed, he seemed tense, all wired up. It reminded Crystal May of the way hound dogs back home perked up when they were on a scent.

      "Are you here to give me another spanking, Agent Gold?" Tilting one well-plucked golden eyebrow, she allowed just the faintest note of

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